In the two week wait

So, yeah. I'm home. I have been since Saturday. I'm just to freaking tired to update. This second hormone is really kicking my butt. I can sleep for 12 hours and wake up feeling like I haven't slept at all. Also, it's making me grow a beard.

Aaaanyway. I'm back. The trip to LA was great. I had lots of fun hanging out with the guys and getting to know them better. We hung out by the pool together and ate Indian food together and watched House together and ate omelets together and all in all had a really nice time. And did I mention all the eating I did? Between dinners out and room service and snack boxes on the plane I feel like the entire trip was one big whirlwind of me cramming food into my face.

That's ok though, I'm eating for three now. Maybe. It depends on how many of the two embryos that were transferred decide to stick around. Maybe I am only eating for two. Maybe only for one. I don't know yet. I don't even know if I am pregnant at all yet. The two week wait sucks. I have a blood test on the 26th and I'm sure I'll take a dozen pregnancy tests before then but right now it's really too soon to know anything.

So I wait. And eat. And work (gently) in the garden. And play Mafia Wars on Facebook. And wait. And try to sneak in a nap here and there. And wait.

Two years ago today my last surrogacy was causing me some stress.
Four years ago today Joseph's imagination went into overdrive.